I scan the gym looking for you and notice someone else instead, our friend from previous threesomes. We make eye contact and send a nod to each other.... I had not noticed any schools from his area of the state at the tourney but figured this may be part of your plan. One game left to coach and Will is watching the game. I continue to scan to see if you have arrived to pick me, as you know this is my last game, but alas you are not here. I exchange pleasantries with the oppossing team, our players. He even smelled good as he wore cologne I had bought him for Christmas.He again walked with me to the car and helped me in, this time of course never looking; as he got in I k**ded him saying that was better or at least you got better at it. He blushed and surprised me by saying that he got better at it that of course got him a playful smack on the arm. I took the opportunity to kind of say I was sorry for teasing him about my legs, I assured him I wasn't mad just k**ding as I understood he. " Imade my way out of the restaurant and there Ryker was, waiting for me. Hehad a sack from the store, you know the type. They carry everything frombeach towels to souviners. He said, "Let me walk you back to your room,"and again took my hand in his. I did not know if I liked it or not. No,that's not true. I loved holding his hand, but I knew I was not supposedto like it. This was all messed up.We got to my room, and I did not know if I should ask him inside. I knewI wanted to. A lot. . No, of course not. Its… most people ask things like whats it like being famous, which is so incredibly broad of a question that I dont even know how to answer. Or, how does it feel to have everyone love you, and thats just… such bullshit. The questions are shallow with so little thought. But you ask me questions like do you ever get tired of having to wear the sunglasses and hat all the time or what is it about this school that made you want to come here or what is it you want from this school,.